All love is unrequited. All of it. And there is a certain sacredness in tears. They are rarely the sign of weakness. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand voices. Tonight they are messengers of overwhelming grief, a bit of regret, and an even smaller bit of happiness. An unspeakable love. I've seen her cry. Once. At the darkness moment of night... Right before the sun rose.
Love is like an hour glass, with the heart filling up as the brain empties... And then it all breaks apart. I've never wished to be everything to everyone. Just something to her. And tonight... With that confirmation. I also received a goodbye.
Her: "Maybe we'll be butterflies..."
Me: "May I could have loved you better. Maybe you should have loved me more. Maybe our hearts were next in line. Maybe everything breaks sometime."
Goodbye.
JAS
